The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 16:15:29 -

The feast was loud. It filled the great hall of the stone manor, a cacophony of clattering silver, clinking glass, and the roar of voices that bounced off the vaulted ceilings. Thomas Ashworth sat at the long oak table, his hands folded in his lap. He wore the coat. It was a heavy thing, woven from wool so thick it seemed to have its own weight, its own gravity. The color was a deep, bruised...

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